Final Fantasy -- Advent Children

Pairing -- Cloud/Vincent, Sephiroth/Cloud

Setting -- Five years after AC

Rating -- R

Warnings -- Angst, bad language, sexual content, the usual evilness

Disclaimer -- I don't own nor make a profit from any of these characters

Summery --

Five years of peace did nothing to change their feelings or who they were. When love came, they excepted. When an old enemy returned, they refused to head warning. When betrayal was in their mists, no one understood what it meant to truly die.


No one expected this to be true; no one had anticipated the destruction that was upon us now. We did not want him to return. The silver haired demon. The one with a sadistic mind, a tortuous being, and a desire for making my life horrible. He had taken everything away from me, everything that I had come to love. Including my precious, fragile life.

Looking at that face for the last time, I knew from the beginning that life never lasted. I had seen many die around me, by either my hand or a friend's hand. It was coming to an end for me today. How ironic. I had taken so many lives in the past, so many that I cannot even count them any more. It was this demon who's life I had also taken, yet here he was, going to end my own life today. I was the 'Hero' of the world, and I knew I didn't have it in me to finish this battle, to kill the man standing over me now.

Hell. It was all his fault! Friends, a girlfriend, even a true love were taken from me by this bastard. My life was turned into hell each and every time the silver haired ex-SOLDIER reared his ugly face in life. Yet, my friends, those who I cared for, the pain was nothing compared to what was taken from me now. I would have taken Death over what he did to me. Soon, that wish would be granted, that I knew.

It had been three months since I last seen my heart. For three months, I had been along with this demon. No one knew. No one expected this to be true, so I never told them. Sure, they had a feeling something was up at the beginning, but after the first four weeks, no one dared to interfere in the sick ritual that had become my life. My life was cut down to three minutes now. I had three minutes to tell this bastard three words that I would never be able to say again. After three minutes, Death would finally answer my pleas.

My mind was running wild. It wasn't about my decision, which I had already made, but about this last year. A year that could not have been better, a year that started out with a sign completely missed. A sign that would have hinted that my life and the dream I was living (for it truly did feel like a dream) would be coming to a cold and sharp ending. Oh, how I wish I could just relive those moments again and forget that this moment wasn't here.


There was that phone again. Looking away from the stars, a blond allowed a weak sigh to escape his full lips. Glancing to the stars again, a pale hand reached behind him. Feeling along the leather of the seat, the cold metal brushing against his arm in the process, lithe fingers finally grabbed the vibrating machine. Leaning away from the parked bike, the male didn't even look at the number to know who it was from.

"Cloud? Finally you answer!" The voice that came from the other end, the motherly voice that seemed to always have something behind it, was from only one other person. The only person who would have the guts to call him this late at night.

"Tifa." The blond stated calmly, not even paying attention as he looked around. He was only a few minutes from the city, being on the cliff that over looked the town where Tifa was calling from. It wouldn't be that hard to get down if needed. It was a prime place to think, as well. Being far enough from the city that he didn't have to think about what laid below. It was also where memories came to him freely. Dangerous memories at that.

"We have a problem. You need to meet up at the Forbidden City. Something is going on there and we need you to check the area for any sign of wrong doings." Tifa stated, clearly repeating someone else who more than likely tried to get a hold of Cloud at the bar and failed. At least the message got across, Tifa wouldn't be blamed if Cloud didn't complete this mission. Yet, it gave the blond something to do, something to occupy his time.

"Who?"

"No mention of who you are meeting up with. We can guess, but even Rufus doesn-" Cloud closed the phone, wanting to throw the machinery away. Instead, he pocketed the cell and looked towards the stars. Rufus was sending him on yet another mission. This time, it was possible that he would be seeing an old friend. Then again, it might just be a long shot.

Taking out the phone again, Cloud scanned through the missed messages, finding Rufus' and letting it play. "Cloud. There are reports of creatures in the Forbidden City. I need you to make sure these reports aren't true. If they are, it is said that they are located around the church there. Do not engage until you have backup. Chances are, these beasts are mako infected. That is all we know. Report when you have more information."

Moving from ground to bike, Cloud closed the phone and took off. His night was ruined by yet another mission. This time, sounding worse than the others he had been running lately. Backup. There was a high possibility that a friend he had not seen for some time, five years to be exact, would be there and waiting.

Five years. It had been five years since he had to save the world from a silver haired bastard, Sephiroth. A few weeks after that, once all of the damage was taken care of, many of his friends departed. They had their own lives away from Edge. A life that took them either far from the town or kept them close in case of trouble. Any one of them could be there, but there was only one person that Cloud could trust his life with. Hopefully, the raven haired gunner would be there. Hopefully, Vincent Valentine would be there. Knowing this mission, it would take both of them in order to get anything figured out.


Thanks to the following people: Deo, Luna and Sothis. The ideas for this story came from a roleplay between Deo and myself, so the ideas are original. Luna and Sothis, my editors for the story, also helped out.

The first chapter of Kirottu is up and ready for R 'n R.

Flames, advice, anything is all taken with love and appreciation.

The names of the chapters, the name of the story itself even, come from the Finnish language.

Alku means beginning, a fitting word for the first chapter.